I am currently 20 years old. The earliest paranormal experience that I remember was probably when I was 5 years old. I thought it was all going to be over when I started college two years ago, but I was wrong. It only got worse.
I attend Mills College, an all women private school. It has so much history, and if you ask the students, it has a lot of ghostly visits.
My first year of college was horrible. I will get into the details of my first year in another post, but that is when the nightmares began. It was my second semester of my first year of college when I started getting the nonstop night terrors. EVERY single night I would dream about the devil raping me. They were vivid, the smells were strong, the noises were loud, and it felt real.
I would wake up screaming, and I did not have a roommate to talk to. I would sleep with the lights on, and try not to sleep. However, I had to sleep. Then it would begin... He would trap me in a temple, house, hospital room, and my room. It was different every night, but I knew what was going to happen. He would kill the people I was with at the time, and he would send his little friends to hold me down. They stung my skin as they griped my legs harder while I tried to get away. They were smaller than he was with red hard textured skin and black eyes. Once they knew I would not get away, he would come. I always refer to him as "he".
You have to see him to truly know how he looks like. He has pitch black eyes, and that is about all I really can describe. When I see him, that is all I see. The rest is out of this world to even describe. He is a mixture of a lizard, bull, black shadow, rough skin, tall, and bulky.
I thought he was just in my dreams until I went home for the summer after that year. I sleep with my three younger siblings (now they are 17, 15 and 13). They would look at me weird in the morning, until I asked one day what was going on. My sister (the 15 year old) said that every night I would start screaming, "No, No, Stop!" Then, my brother (the 17 year old) said he would hear me moan. The youngest brother thought he was the only one that noticed me acting weird. I told them that I was having bad nightmares, and next time to wake me up. Well, that night I was being raped by the devil again in my dream. My sister said that when she heard me moan, she shook me, and that is when I woke up screaming and my dad came running in. He asked if I was okay, and I said," Yeah I woke up and I saw my her face, and it scared me. I am okay." They laughed, and went back to sleep. I did not want them to worry that something had happened.
Before my sister heard me I had woken up, and I noticed I could not move. I thought it was sleep paralysis, but it got weird when I could move my upper half of my body. Then, I felt prickles on my legs going up and pressure on my stomach. It felt like somebody was on top of me, and I wanted to scream. However, as I was about to pray this thing somehow put me to sleep.
If we fast forward this story, we end up in my second year of college. I had my mom bless my room, and I did not have a nightmare again. However, as I will explain in future posts, I am very sensitive and I know when he is around. He got really angry, and so did I. I taunted him one day and said, "I bet you are angry because I do not fear you anymore." That night I arrived in my room at 8 pm, and started my homework. Then, I heard a too familiar growl. I did not want to deal with him, so I went to my friend Laura's room to finish my homework.
I like to sleep at midnight to get a good seven hours of sleep, so I headed back to my room at midnight. I opened the door, and closed it behind me. I put my books on my bed, and turned to the left to brush my teeth by the sink. With my toothbrush in my mouth I walked towards the right of my room to my dresser, and my heart stopped.
There on my new dresser were three long scratches starting from the middle down. With my toothbrush still in my mouth I ran down the hall to Laura's room. I was pale, and I told her what I saw. We both ran back to my room, and her eyes got big. She quickly grabbed my arm and said, "Lets go, you are sleeping in my room tonight." We did not even lock my room, we just left.
My final exams came along after that, which were interrupted by my accident and concussion. So I did not have time to worry about it. I have spent two months getting better after that.
Three weeks ago... I saw him. I was coming out from my boyfriend's house at 11:34 pm. We went out from the back gate and I turned to the left, and I gasped and jerked back to the wall. I almost fell but he caught me and asked half laughing, "Are you okay?" I replied with, "Yeah, let's go." Once I was comfy in bed, I texted him saying: I know you do not believe in the paranormal, but he is back. I saw him, and this time he is not playing around. He is taunting me."